Let's all admit to our guilty pleasures. It'll make us feel better.

But the only song I would honestly call a "guilty pleasure" is that new Justin Timberlake song. Even though I know fully well that it is total shite, I simply canNOT keep my body from moving whenever it's on.

However, I often find myself listening to songs that I cannot stand. It's not because I secretly find them attractive; it's the same instinct that causes most people to slow down as they drive past car wrecks. Morbid curiosity. And, it's actually sort of nice when something really rubs me the wrong way (lately it's that John Mayer fellow); I'm reminded that I have taste, and am not just a sponge.

I can't imagine why Missy Elliott would induce feelings of guilt. It's all very wonderfully wry and self-conscious. Something like Nelly and Kelly would seem more likely to induce blushing.

the flying luttenbachers, c minus, and yes of course the fucking champs have done away with any shibboleth of appreciating the black arts for most indie kids.

My guilty pleasure is liking things ironically.

Finch - What it is to burn
The Used - Buried Myself Alive

Kill me now.

w/e mmmhmmm
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Esp. the first album.

And Blue is the Colour.

I'll get me coat.

I quite like some of the hits by Spice Girls and some of hits Max Martin wrote for Britney Spears. I also like a lot of Stock/Aitken/Waterman works from the late 80s.

In my world, these are all obviously very guilty pleasures, as people with a proper taste in music aren't expected to like the kind of stuff that is put together by professional songwriters/producers aimed exclusively at the teenybopper market regardless of whether the writer likes that kind of music himself or no.

But for a lot of people on ILM, it seems that is the kind of music they are supposed to like while a "canonical" rock album by a very serious 70s rock group may be considered a guilty pleasure.

Friday, January 12, 2007
Trope

By Paul Ford

I occasionally read a web essay or a newspaper article where a man—so far, always a man—owns up to the “guilty pleasures”
on his iPod. You've seen this too? Kelly Clarkson, let's say. Or a song by Maroon 5.

The structure of the argument:

Over and over editors commission this story. Over and over I read myself into a froth, sketching a mental picture of the essayist
as a scruffy fucksimper who suffers from chronic index-finger-swelling brought on by speed-dialing through all the music he
shat onto his 500G jizz-hued iPod. After he gmails his guilty-pleasure opus to his editbot, who will rewrite it into a charticle,
he heads to the bar to meet a friend and pulls the pod from his pocket. “Bro,” he says to the friend, “you'll never believe
how much Devendra Banhart I have on this thing. All of the Devendra in the world.” He touches the cool white control disc,
swirling his finger teasingly, and his friend nods wide-eyed at the flashing list of songs—until finally they reach the end
of the Devendra listing and wander into Devo, and then, consumed, they run to the bathroom and passionately tug each other's
beards—“rejoicing in the hands,” it's called—until they both reach mutual, musical ecstasy and cry out from the sweetness.

But Justin Timberlake is not a guilty pleasure. Putting oven cleaner in your daughter's Similac is a guilty pleasure, or smearing birdseed on your
balls and visiting an aviary. Having a thing for Sting's lutework—

haha cause HOOSTEEN is the ILM rep of the indie gestapo.

Guilty.

Was Jack White not around in 1997 then?

I, too, love Medazzaland. : )

See Louis? I told you Merzbow wasn't all shock and awe.

He was but was very probably listening to '60s/blues records back then, same as it ever was.

I, too, love Medazzaland. : )

Aw. You and me, two of ten in the world I'd think.

the thing is, if something pleases me, i don't really feel guilty about it. that being said, beyonce's new album

Cause it taint.

yeah

but there is SOME truth to that, at least when it comes to me. i mean the thing is, the juxtaposition of prog and uber pop is inherently kind of ironic

i tend to kitschify pop songs that i like. i mean i think with "since u been gone", kelly clarkson proved that even mainstream pop can hold its own w/ the too cool for schoolers, because mainstream can be viewed as its own brand of indie. it's like, cheesy indie.